I can still remember how I met her
On a fine Sunday morning of winter
She was like an apricity
Spiderwebs of ice crowning her bristly golden hair
The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked pie dominating the air
She ran away after I waved at her, somehow not slipping on the dew
That day a task
I gave to my crew
And before the dusk I knew
She was the daughter of church's father
And from that day,
that very evening
I was a religious man.
BINABASA MO ANG
Poetry from a Naive Quill
PoetryMusings of a teen who has a soul of a dead poet. I know that I am not a good poet yet but I want to tell my works to others. So here it is. @ALCRUX IS ME. The cover is made by @toxicpot14. She is amazing. The pics used aren't mine nor I have taken p...